Mark Twain (Марк Твен)

To Jennie

Good-bye! a kind good-bye,
I bid you now, my friend,
And though 'tis sad to speak the word,
To destiny I bend

And though it be decreed by Fate
That we ne'er meet again,
Your image, graven on my heart,
Forever shall remain.

Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,
Among the friends held dear,-
Nor shall the hand of Time efface
The memories written there.
Goodbye,
S.L.C.

1. Those Annual Bills
2. Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd
3. Genius
4. The Aged Pilot Man
5. A Sweltering Day in Australia

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